Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 8 of 99
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“~ ~ and moccasins 'to protect his nether limbs from the brierg 10 THE MOHEGAN MAIDEN. : 4 Standing upon a sli¢ht elevation of land, in the wildest of the giant primeval forest, not many miles from the settlement of Hadley, and Overlooking, at some distance, the broad Con-, necticut, were two men, Fy many points the twain were similar, yet In the whole how dissimilar! \ Both were young, both tall and handsome, bearing traces of immense muscular - power, and both were fully armed and equipped, Thus far the likenesg Was perfect. But here it ended. The one upon the Tight, who was indifferently regarding the operations of his Companion, while his eyes frequently swept the forest, or Settled to the earth in*a sort of melan- choly, was a white ‘nal upon his full brow the ex- pression of a noble, ma ourage, with the heart to do and dare for those he loved. ia | This was Archibald Turner, a young. man, who, being de- prived of his parents at a tender age, in England, "had. been left to the care of an uncle, who had transported him years before, to the growing colonies in Americn. The rove e proving too much for the guardian, whoge health was mee he died soon after reaching the shores of the P ovinee a ing young Archibald a stranger in a strange laiides 5 His adventurous disposition leading him to the Outpost of civilization, he soon became a proficient in forest, shctae cE and at the breaking out of hostilities in that section, he Spent nearly all of his time in the forest. . ~ _ His companion was an Indian, possessing all the Natur characteristics of his people, His wampum-belt wag gay] decorated with fanciful colors, his hair drawn into a BYOtes9, y scalp-lock, which was ornamented with a tuft of hair. feathers. A light blanket, confined at the waist, With legos... and thorns, completed his attire. The young Indian was a Mohegan, and a peculiar histo, was his. The tribe, had been allies of the Hinghiail for SVE) | years, and suffered many things from King Philip’s Warrjo because of this allegiance. But they had remained fire kiiowing how futile any efforts of theirs would be againg, the people of whose power they now began to have a morg ust comprehension. | Hawk’s-wing, as his Indian name signified, hunting in the Commicbooksicom ,